Zack looked up from sipping on his light ale to notice Vars from the Hammers coming over and passing him a drink. Oh. The drummer offered a shy smile and noticed it was Guinness, which he liked, but then the bassist was adding whiskey into it. Well, to be friendly he took it and tried it, smiling shyly. He felt a little awkward but knew everyone was friendly enough.
Mick watched Ziggy down his cocktail and giggle softly at his girlfriend's words. Wouldn't that be something. He glanced over by the other corner where there was a spare table and chairs. No one would see them over there since the main action was at the bar area and everyone was near enough drunk.
"Let's go over there, love. It's nice and empty. No one will see us."
Billy leant on the bar waving over the bar man to bring them more dirty fruity cocktails. This time he ordered one of each of the cock themed cocktails. Then, the Brit's eyes were on Rik as Aarne whispered something into Rik's ear. Watching, he sipped his drink as his Dane nimbly crept up to Hunter. Ice. Ah, of course. This should be good.
Hunter, oblivious began pulling off his bright neon pink socks and chucking them onto Viktor's head. The punk threw them off laughing, aiming to chuck some of his drink onto Hunter but missed. Then, the Swede gasped as he felt the ice being slipped into the back of his pants.
"Oh! Knulla! Det är kallt!"
He squealed, dancing about on the bar, swearing in Swedish and then pulling his pants off, throwing them onto Rik's head. The stripping continued as he then pulled off his pink, frilly panties, throwing those onto Gilly's head. The drummer giggled and held them close. He was a man in love, even trashed. Then, Hunter was naked, wiggling his naked ass across the bar floor, laughing as he grabbed Gilly, pulling him into the pool with him. The drummer still wearing all his clothes. There was a shriek as Gilly was pulled in and a large splash.
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Mick watched Ziggy down his cocktail and giggle softly at his girlfriend's words. Wouldn't that be something. He glanced over by the other corner where there was a spare table and chairs. No one would see them over there since the main action was at the bar area and everyone was near enough drunk.
"Let's go over there, love. It's nice and empty. No one will see us."
Billy leant on the bar waving over the bar man to bring them more dirty fruity cocktails. This time he ordered one of each of the cock themed cocktails. Then, the Brit's eyes were on Rik as Aarne whispered something into Rik's ear. Watching, he sipped his drink as his Dane nimbly crept up to Hunter. Ice. Ah, of course. This should be good.
Hunter, oblivious began pulling off his bright neon pink socks and chucking them onto Viktor's head. The punk threw them off laughing, aiming to chuck some of his drink onto Hunter but missed. Then, the Swede gasped as he felt the ice being slipped into the back of his pants.
"Oh! Knulla! Det är kallt!"
He squealed, dancing about on the bar, swearing in Swedish and then pulling his pants off, throwing them onto Rik's head. The stripping continued as he then pulled off his pink, frilly panties, throwing those onto Gilly's head. The drummer giggled and held them close. He was a man in love, even trashed. Then, Hunter was naked, wiggling his naked ass across the bar floor, laughing as he grabbed Gilly, pulling him into the pool with him. The drummer still wearing all his clothes. There was a shriek as Gilly was pulled in and a large splash.
Everyone started laughing.